| Stop into this twisted world again
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| Ain’t no use, there’s no escape my friend
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| Once you’re in, you start to look around
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| And you’re facing destituted minds and no one knows
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| What I see through the window
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| Broken hearts and people selling souls
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| Still they go on
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| Madman city ain’t no pretty
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| Place to visit
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| But it makes me feel good
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| Time for game don’t get second chance
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| Hold your right you’re caught within its hands
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| Once you’re in, you start to look around
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| And you’re facing destituted minds and no one knows
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| What I see through the window
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| Broken hearts and people selling souls
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| Still they go on
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| Stand alone you’re skinned down
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| To your bones
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| There’s nothing left, you can’t go on
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| Can’t go on
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| Everythinh you once had
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| It’s all history
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| Yes! |
| Everything is gone
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| Can’t go on
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| No No No
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| Ain’t no use, there’s no escape my friend
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| Once you’re in, you start to look around
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| And you’re facing destituted minds and no one knows
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| What I see through the window
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| Broken hearts and people selling souls
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| Still they go on
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| Madman city ain’t no pretty
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| Place to visit
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| But it makes me feel good |